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Escaping This World	By : sablecurse Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 25499 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 4 – Already Waited Too Long

The only noise at Gringotts this time of night was the fluttering of a few birds bringing messages back and forth and the sound of three goblins specifically assigned to night-time duty. You never knew when a worthwhile deal could be made; besides, they had other bank branches in other time zones that they needed to keep in contact with.

All three goblins on duty shot up in their seats when someone apparated directly into their lobby. If someone was powerful enough to ignore the ward that prevented such, the goblins knew to proceed with respect. One of the goblins moved from behind his desk and over to the intruding wizard.

"Can I help you, sir?"

Harry moved from the shadow of the column he was beside and grinned down at the goblin. "Ah, Griphook. A few minutes ago, I received a letter informing me of receiving my rightful monetary inheritances. I assume that since I have come of age, I can now claim all things left to me by my parents and godfather. Correct?"

Griphook bowed once he saw whom he was talking to before straightening and smiling a toothy grin. "Indeed. Your parents stated that most of their valuables be held until you reached seventeen. Lord Black's will left you everything, but it was also unavailable until you reached of age due to his status as a wanted criminal at the time of his death."

Harry nodded. "Very well. If we could please go over my current holdings, I will pay you well for the inconvenience of the hour."

Griphook's eyes lit up with the thought of extra profits and eagerly led Harry to a private office to get down to business.

Slytherin Château

Somewhere in Southern France

Salazar Slytherin blinked a few times before stretching. He noticed the small amount of dust on his body and froze mid-stretch. 'Hmm, the impervious spells were designed to keep anything from touching me for a thousand years,' he thought. 'I must have been in stasis for a little over that.' Salazar recalled how he came to be here.

~Flashback~

Salazar was a brilliant young wizard of twenty-two. He had his father's grey eyes and his mother's blond hair. He had reached a height of six feet and the days spent riding brooms and swimming in lakes had made him lightly muscled.

Salazar had recently escaped his father's critical eyes to help his friends create a magical school. He was extremely proud when they had finished and were able to open the doors to help teach magical children. It didn't take long for his father to start problems though.

The man was furious that his son was allowing 'mud-bloods' into the school; he even said the poorer wizarding children should be banned – the school should be for elite pure-bloods only. To be honest, Salazar could see the point about muggle-borns. Just recently, muggles had attempted to purify the world of what they labeled as 'heathens', which resulted in a few deaths of witches and wizards who didn't know the right magic to stay alive. Including muggle-borns in the school meant risking exposure to their world in addition to putting said children themselves at risk since the parents might be prone to violence against their own offspring. But he drew the line at banning wizarding children just because they were poor. Salazar had taken his own inheritance and invested it during the building of Hogwarts so he could financially help those students who couldn't afford their own supplies. But not even Salazar's own sister, Armina, supported his decision to 'squander' his money.

Due to his family's negativity, Salazar began to question his life's direction and was becoming depressed. The three other founders wanted to help their friend regain his former happiness and both Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw began to set him up with various people (Godric didn't want to think about Salazar's sex-life). Salazar played along with his friends' antics because he didn't want to worry them, but no one really held his interest. They had made him realize that he was lonely though, and so he started his search for his match – someone he could really be happy with and had the same ideals as him.

Salazar quickly found out that he just wasn't interested in women, so that cut his search down. But what really narrowed the search was finding someone equal or near-equal to him in magical strength. The magic of the Slytherin family was powerful and Salazar was the epitome of that power; few wizards would meet that criteria. In fact, after narrowing down who met the magical strength criteria, he realized that the wizards who made the list were all narrow-minded pure-bloods who shared his father's views regarding the poor of the wizarding world. There was no one who he could be really happy with.

Depression began seeping in again before Godric finally stepped in, smacking Salazar upside the head. "Stop being a brooding idiot," Gryffindor said. "If there isn't anyone now that you might be happy with, there could always be someone yet to be born. Wizards live a long time, so stop giving up hope."

These words gave Salazar the perfect idea to find the right wizard for him. He found someone to take over teaching the classes he had overseen at Hogwarts, before going to his own château in France and fortifying himself in his potions lab. He experimented with potions, spells, charms, other kinds of magic, and ways of combining them to get the result he wanted. Two years of research and experimenting finally paid off and Salazar had created a combination of blood ritual, potion, and spell that he felt was perfect. The potion part would put Salazar into a stasis that was similar to the Draught of Living Death. When a wizard matching the criteria stated in the spell was found, he would be awakened as if he had just gone to sleep. The blood ritual would keep anyone from finding his home and would thus keep him safe from others while he was in such a vulnerable state.

Before Salazar went through with his new discovery, he went to Hogwarts to bid farewell to his life-time friends. While the other three founders were going to miss him, they understood that Salazar felt he needed to do this to be happy – that was all they wanted for him. Salazar's father was very disappointed in Salazar's decision, but he loved his only son despite how much he disagreed with his views, so he decided against disowning him.

After having said his goodbyes, Salazar went back to his château and sent the house elves that worked there to Hogwarts. He covered everything his could outside and inside his home in impervious spells before performing the blood ritual to secure his home. He went up to the master bedroom and found a comfortable position on his bed before casting an impervious on himself. He then uncorked the potion he had created before chanting the spell that went with it. After finishing the spell's incantation, Salazar downed the potion, grimacing at the taste. Seconds later, his eyes closed and his head plopped backwards onto the pillow.

~End Flashback~

Salazar removed the dust on himself. 'At least no side-effects from the potion as far as my memory is concerned,' he thought. 'But if there is dust in the room and on me, then the whole house and yard likely need to be cleaned and spruced up. Wonder if the house elves I sent to Hogwarts have descendants that still obey me.'

"I call any elves bound to the Salazar Slytherin line to appear to your master."

Several pops sounded around the bedroom and Slytherin smiled. All of the elves were wearing a uniform with the Hogwarts coat-of-arms. "I am unsure of how much you know of me, but I have awoken after more than a thousand years of sleeping. Will the head elf of the line please come forward and fill me in on the date and any important issues I should know about."

An older female elf stepped forward and bowed low. "I am Twixny, my Lord, and the date is July 31st, 1997. The major issue that you should be aware of is a current war brewing between wizards labeled as Light and Dark. The Light is being led by the current headmaster of Hogwarts while the Dark is being led by the most recent descendant of the Slytherin line."

One of Salazar's eyebrows lifted. "He must be descended from Armina. I'll need to meet with both of these leaders before I decide where I stand – a relative versus someone entrusted with the school I helped build. Tell me Twixny, how do the house elves view each of these leaders?"

Twixny glanced at the other elves, who nodded, before turning back to Salazar. "The Dark Lord is smart in that he knows what the muggles are capable of. In these times, it is said they have the power to blow up the entire world in minutes. This along with the muggle-borns pushing aside wizarding culture for muggle culture makes the elves believe the muggles should be cut off from our world completely. The Dark Lord is very cruel though. He has been known to torture and kill and he doesn't treat wizards of lesser blood or wizarding creatures well at all.

"On the other hand, the headmaster wants to try and open up the bridge between the muggle and wizarding worlds even more, which we elves believe would result in disaster and the possible slaughter of our world. Unlike the Dark Lord, the headmaster tries to resolve most matters peacefully. Lately though, we have overheard him talking about needed sacrifices and shaping the world to how he believes it should be, which means his methods aren't completely blood-free either.

"As of now, the elves allowed their own choice in the matter have not sided with either."

Salazar was thrown off by several comments. Were muggles really so powerful as to be able to destroy everything? If so, then he definitely agreed that the worlds should be separated – and soon. This Dark Lord seemed to share many of the views of his father and sister and he dreaded trying to debate with him on the pure-blood and creature issue. He had enough arguments about the same topics to last a lifetime. The headmaster worried him more though. The Sorting Hat should have never chosen someone who was willing to sacrifice others for power, which sounded exactly like what was happening.

"Twixny, did the Sorting Hat choose the current headmaster?"

The elf shook her head sadly. "No, my Lord. Now the Board of Governors votes on who becomes headmaster. The Sorting Hat has not decided a headmaster in many years."

Salazar took a deep breath and tried to let all his anger dissipate. There was a reason the Sorting Hat was meant to decide the headmaster. It was a magical object designed to be completely unprejudiced and unswayable by things like blood purity, wealth, and popularity. He had to change his focus or he was just going to want to head to Hogwarts right away to clean house. That could wait though, as he wanted to know who had woken him.

"Thank you Twixny. Now, do you or any of the elves here know who the wizard was that let off the burst of power that woke me?"

"We elves felt the power at Hogwarts. We do not know who it was but we know it originated near Diagon Alley, sir."

Salazar remembered the location as it was one of the few wizarding shopping locations open in his past. "I shall have to go and find him then, Twixny. I would like to request that those who wish to be formally bound to me to step forward."

All the elves that had appeared at his earlier call stepped forward and Salazar took the time to find out their names and jobs they preferred to do before performing the binding ceremony. It also pleased him to learn that the house elves at Hogwarts paid them a wage and provided them with clean clothing. He decided to continue paying them and agreed to find them an appropriate uniform.

After performing binding rituals for each elf, Salazar requested that they begin cleaning the house and yard. Also, aspects of the house would need to be updated and he instructed them to make a list of things he should do to update his château (indoor plumbing sounded nice).

Salazar waited until the last elf left the room before changing out of his dusty outfit into a simple yet elegant robe. He didn't want to stand out and draw attention to himself just yet, but he didn't want to look sloppy when he met his equal. After tying back his long blond hair, Slytherin left the château – he had a young wizard to find.

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Song for this chapter: How Soon is Now? by Snake River Conspiracy

A/N: Sorry there is so little of Harry in this. I had to get Salazar's back-story in at some point and I'd rather get it out in one large chuck that have to keep mentioning bits and pieces. I was also reluctant to put such a large flashback in, but it worked best for the amount of information I needed to convey.

I'm not doing the Dobby-elf speech for elves. I think elves in general are intelligent and gather a lot of knowledge due to how people ignore them when they talk. Also, I was really lazy and didn't want the extra work with doing dialect. If Hagrid appears in this story, he won't have one either.
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